THE WRITING LIFE
When publication day finally arrived last week, it felt...quiet.
At some level I must have been expecting bells and whistles, or a trumpet
fanfare, although on reflection that would have been less cosy than
the luxury of tea and homemade marmalade on thickly sliced toast that I
indulged in. Around
lunchtime, I gave in to temptation and cruised the city bookshops. The big
stores were slow to display them, so my first sighting took place
at Mary Martin Bookshop on Rundle Street where a small stack graced the new
releases table. I will never forget the pleasure of seeing them there.
A chapter sampler (almost as cute as the book itself) will be distributed far
and wide in the coming months.
Other musings on the Writing Life ...